• What happens? We live. We die. Although, lost among these walls, I feel, safe. Trapped, confined, safe. Outside, I lay in the snow, and think. It's dark out, but winter is the time that, I can truly be at peace. The snow, a cloud upon the earth. The sky, a show of Love for all. Everything, sleeping in harmony. I don't understand, but I don't need to anyway. All I feel is peace, and with this, I can sleep forever.